Haunting Thoughts Turn Real

This silence is deafening as I think to myself
There's a scalple in my science kit, and a knife on my shelf.

There's so many ways I could do this tonight
Slowly and smoothly, not putting up a fight.

My house has two stories, I could jump out a window.
I could suffocate myself by using a pillow.

There's so many plans running through my head,
So many ways I could wind up dead.

I could fill up the bathtub with water and lay in it,
Drop in a curling iron, the sky's the limit.

There are strong metal beams up on the ceiling,
I could hang myself, and there I die strangling.

But there is one path that I have chosen
One basket that I want to be woven.

I've chosen to love him and let him in
I've fallen in love with his dorky grin.

A day is all he'll love me, my plan has worked
Because guys are all the same, they are all jerks.

While I'm walking in heaven some guy asked me
"What on the earth has set you free?"

I told him that I had committed suicide
That's the way that I wanted to die.

"How did you do it? Was it bloody? Was it smoken?"
I look at him and say "Mister, I was simply heart broken."